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The whole thing feels like a hot shower, and not just because that’s what you’re currently in. Sweat flows from your bodies like running water. You’re sandwiched between two guys from your school who you barely even know. The situation is incredibly odd. You’re taking a pre-suicide-mission shower with two people who are basically strangers to you.
One of the boys, Alex, leans against the shower wall, letting the friction of his skin hold him up as you rub yourself against his thigh. Your one hand holds onto the thigh you’re riding on, while your other hand grips his cock as tight as it can, his breaths getting shallower and shallower every time you stroke him. During all this, your tongues plunge into each other’s mouths, diving deeper and deeper every time. His grasp on you is so passionate, it’s like he’s known you all his life, and maybe he has in another lifetime.
And if that weren’t enough, the other boy, Eric, presses his body against you as he ruts his cock against your ass, riveted by how soft it feels in his hands when he squeezes it. His face is up against your neck, allowing you to hear every beautiful sound he makes. He hisses gently, leaving soft whimpers and words of praise melt on your skin. He also leaves hickeys on your neck that you’re sure won’t go away anytime soon. As he bites down on your flesh, you admire his eyelashes and his nose, which both curve inwards so perfectly, and his damp blond hair stuck to his forehead.
Then you watch the water drip down Alex’s chest as he combs his hair back with his hand. His eyes are so beautiful in the light. Even though neither of you say anything besides panting like dogs, you share the feeling of having this be the best moment of your lives. You lay your head on Alex’s chest, hoping to be able to hear his heartbeat as you continue pleasuring both yourself and him. His heart is probably beating at the speed of light by now, but not only is the water too loud, but so is Eric. It’s a mess of sweat, musk, and teenage lust, all neatly packaged into a 4x4ft shower stall. You’re drowning in each other, but all three of you will actually perish hours later.
You picked a dance with the Devil, and you lucked out.